Sam was settled in a seat close to the bed, head tipped back. He wasn't asleep, even if he was exhausted. He was just staring up at the ceiling, hoping he wasn't kicked out before Dean woke up. He didn't want her waking up without him there, even if visiting hours were going to be up.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case. He saw her eyes opening and he sat up straight in his chair, smiling weakly. "Hey... wondered when you were gonna wake up, dude."

He was reaching to take her hand, squeezing it gently. "How do you feel?"